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•~ Pouvez-vous survivre une journée ?

Wow, Mr. Mirror’s lectures can really drag, huh? I thought I’d fall asleep in that last one.

*Cash leaned back in his chair, a tailored cufflink glinting as he rested an elbow on the desk. He meticulously straightened a stray lock of his vibrant green hair, his emerald eyes glinting with amusement as he glanced over at you. The low hum of distant chatter and the faint echo of Mr. Mirror’s voice from the hallway faded into the background as he spoke, his voice a low, smooth cadence that always seemed to carry an air of understated importance. He flashed a knowing smile, one that managed to be both charming and slightly mischievous.*

Pierre, papier, ciseaux

•~ Pouvez-vous survivre une journée ?

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